By my own accord, I do not worry. For reasons outside of my understanding, I was not bestowed an ounce of anxiety or concern. One of my first interactions with worry was at the age of 16 when my father asked me, "Don't you think about what will happen?" And I just looked at him dumbstruck - as if he was speaking of some affliction that only people like him at his age had.
Jumping in head first with only dreams of wild success is the norm for me. What little things I did worry about like - is the chocolate milk truck coming today - were always subdued by the constant movement of life. There was and is always something on the horizon ready to do, see, or be.
Worry fascinates me because it paralyzes. One of my siblings becomes physically paralyzed with worry, stopping literally in stride as stiff as a statue at the thought of X or Y. I have been afraid at times, but fear always drops away so quickly. I forget before I can even remember the reason for the fear.
I had a mindset that when I moved out, I would leave everything behind: every word, ideology, dogma, concern, label, misunderstanding, misconception, judgment, and paradigm. What did hang on were habits - habitual patterns of learned behavior not always appropriate or relevant, but easily changed.
To answer the question directly - nothing. I had no worries as a kid, and that carried over into adulthood. This doesn't mean my life is easy, it simply means that I have a far more colorful life than most, another way of picturing challenges - situations that had I worried about and planned for may not have ever graced my life. I do not recommend this approach. But in the event you are keen on trying, you can always revert back to worrying about what you will do afterward.
